Why Fiction Still Matters: Once an Eagle by Anton Myrer
And why losing in the age of short form content is actually winning

This book struck me so deeply that trying to condense it into an essay felt like trying to stuff an elephant in a teacup, or maybe stabbing a puppy, depending on which intellectual or emotional difficulty was eating away at my mind.
So I delimited it to the one theme on top of my mind the entire time I was reading it.


